Laura Chandler looked around the pool at the group of her daughter’s friends and their parents having a great time in the afternoon sun. It seemed only yesterday that she had been walking Gabby to kindergarten. She smiled at the thought that some of the friends here today, at Gabby’s eighteenth birthday party, were those she had met way back in pre-school. And that some of their moms had become her own best friends. Laura’s smile was broken by her husband Greg dive-bombing into the pool, causing a group of Gabby’s friends to squeal and scatter. Her two kids, Gabby and her younger brother Tyler, were the best thing that had ever happened to her. She just wished she had chosen to have them with someone who hadn’t turned out to be such a jerk. Greg ran his own small construction firm, and for the past five years had been the coach of the high school football team. His testosterone levels seemed to have risen as he got older if anything, and the man was constantly acting like an exuberant and insensitive adolescent.Laura was ninety-nine percent sure that he was fucking the twenty-something barmaid in his local hangout, and she herself sure wasn’t getting any attention from him. Not that she minded that, in particular, as she had ceased to find him the least bit attractive. When Tyler was older, maybe at college, she would happily divorce the man and move on. But for now, she was stuck with him and his frankly embarrassing behavior. She knew that she wasn’t alone amongst her friends in being trapped in an unhappy, sexless marriage. She was sure that at least two of the moms at the party today had similar thoughts and plans about their future. The thing that did rankle her was that, with no sex at home, the options were limited. It had been exactly two years since she and Greg had last had sex, a drunken and rather unsatisfactory fuck after they’d both consumed too much at Gabby’s sixteenth. Since then she had had to make do with her trusty rabbit vibrator and Pornhub. She sometimes wondered what data analysis of her online porn-viewing behavior would say about her state of mind – as she often found herself masturbating to scenes and scenarios that were well beyond her own personal experience. She also wondered who, if anyone, would be her next sex partner. It was kind of exciting, being ‘available’, yet hugely frustrating in the sense that, at the moment, her options were virtually non-existent. Sure, she received many admiring glances and compliments. She had always had a good body and at 5ft 4, and a size 8 she had kept herself in shape, after the kids. Her best asset was undoubtedly her breasts, which had always been large but had miraculously defied gravity and remained firm and remarkably perky for her age, even after her two kids.Even today, walking around the pool in her bikini top and denim cut-offs, she could feel the eyes of some of the dads and quite a few of Gabby’s young male friends burning into her chest. It made her feel great to think that the way they bounced as she walked would be generating a few hard-ons and liked to think of a few of the younger guys, in particular, jerking off later thinking about them. But none of this was anything she could act on. No way was she going to cradle rob the sons of some of her best friends, even if it turned her on to think about it now and again. Such was the fate Kartal Escort of a stay-at-home mom approaching middle age, she mused. The girls were reconvening in the pool now that her dick of a husband had left it and was back drinking beer and guffawing with some of the other dads and a few of the boys. He was in his freaking element – hosting a party for his beautiful daughter around the pool in his luxury home that he had built himself, sharing lewd stories about what he got up to with his young girlfriend, she was sure. Christ, he annoyed her, and she knew she shouldn’t let it get to her, but it did. She headed back into the house, keen to get away from the sound of his voice. “Get some dry towels, Hun,” Greg shouted after her as she left the pool area, gesticulating towards the house with a beer in his hand. She waved her acknowledgment without turning. The scowl on her face would have betrayed her anger and flooded the party with bad vibes. Having put the tray down on the kitchen worktop, and stocked a load more beers into the cooler, she made her way to the shower room. There was a standing pipe shower out by the pool itself, but they also had a room for showering down and changing once the swimming was done. It was on the left just as you came in from the pool and had a big wet room with a couple of showers, and a small vestibule with a couple of big cupboards just before you entered the wet room itself. The cupboards held all manner of pool-related ephemera, and the shower room and cupboards saved them from traipsing through the house dripping water all over.There was a huge load of laundered towels in one of the cupboards and Laura pulled open the door that ran floor to ceiling and reached for a pile of them. Just as she closed the cupboard door, she heard a strange noise coming from the wet room. Hell, she hadn’t realized anyone was in there! The door was slightly open, just a few inches – and she would have expected anyone using the shower to have closed it. She couldn’t think who it could be and without really thinking she peeked through the opening. Immediately she jumped back, her hand muffling a surprised gasp. Seconds later, she was peering back through the gap. The first time had been instinctive, but this time she knew she was snooping. There were two people in the wet room. It was Zoe and Ana, two of Gabby’s best friends. Zoe was a tall slender brunette with piercing blue eyes, whilst Ana was a stunning black girl, about Laura’s own height, with amazing curves. They had been in the house hundreds of times over the years and Laura had seen their young bodies plenty of times as they played in the pool. When no guys were around, they and Gabby would go topless, so Laura wasn’t surprised by their nakedness. What she was surprised by… no, make that mesmerized… was the sight of Ana pressed up against the wall under a running shower. Her full breasts were squashed against the tiles, her head to one side, as Zoe stood behind her, her fingers buried between Ana’s full thighs, whilst her other hand held Ana’s hands together up above her, pressed against the wall.The noises Laura had heard had been Ana’s quiet cries of pleasure. Laura stood entranced as she watched the two girls, her attention focusing on the way that Zoe had Ana’s hands clasped as tightly as she did. Kartal Escort Bayan Ana could get away if she wanted, Laura was sure of that, so she had to assume that Ana was happily letting Zoe control her like this. Laura felt a tingling between her legs as she watched the two girls, unable to hear herself away. What if someone came in and found her spying on these two girls like this?She tiptoed over towards the kitchen and checked that the coast was clear. No one was in the house, and the party was still in full swing around the pool. She carefully made her way back to the shower room and resumed her position, peering through the gap. Her hand immediately went to her mouth in surprise again. Ana was no longer pressed up against the wall, but kneeling in front of Zoe, her face buried in the brunette’s groin. Laura couldn’t see Ana’s face as Zoe’s right leg was up, her foot against the wall. But she could see enough to know that Ana’s tongue was busy pleasuring Zoe’s pussy. Zoe’s head was thrown back, her long hair hanging in wavy wet strands down her back, reaching all the way to her perfectly rounded ass. Her mouth was wide open, and her eyes closed as Ana brought her to climax.Laura was frozen solid throughout the whole thing, looking on in amazement as Zoe managed to balance with her leg up against the wall as her moans indicated she was cumming into Ana’s mouth. Then, like some erotic gymnast, she deftly pulled her leg down to stand, towering gracefully over Ana. Laura saw the adoring look in the young black girl’s eyes as she stayed kneeling after her work was done. Her orgasm over, Zoe glanced over towards the door, startling Laura. Moving back, she tripped over the pile of towels that she had completely forgotten about. “Hey, who’s that?” called Zoe as Laura fell against the cupboard, steadying herself. Grabbing the towels and half-running, half-stumbling, she got out into the kitchen just in time. Collecting herself, she walked out into the pool area and put the pile of towels on a small table. -That evening, as the temperature started to drop, they all gradually migrated inside, with people finding a spot on the large sofa that ran like a half perimeter around the center of the big living room. Zoe and Ana sat across the room from Laura, huddled up together, giggling and whispering. She was sure she could feel the girls’ eyes burning into her whenever she wasn’t looking at them, but when she did, they were fixated on something on Ana’s cell phone. It’s all in your mind, she told herself, you’re just feeling guilty about snooping earlier. But she couldn’t get what she had seen out of her head. Zoe stood over Ana, her fingers deep inside her. The way Ana looked up into the taller girl’s eyes so adoringly, so obediently. Laura shifted in her seat, trying to contain the tingling that was intensifying as her mind wandered, thinking about the two girls together. She imagined Zoe’s teeth pulling on Ana’s hard nipples, the young black girl looking so beautiful as she arched her back, throwing her head back and moaning softly. Come on, pull yourself together, she told herself.She got up with a purpose and asked the room if anyone wanted another drink or snacks from the kitchen table. Taking the orders, she headed off to the kitchen and busied herself with the task at hand, Escort Kartal returning with a tray laden full of beers, G&T’s and bowls of chips and pretzels. She placed it down on the big glass coffee table in the middle of the sofa area and started to hand out drinks. She looked up and saw that Zoe and Ana were gone. They couldn’t have left and gone home, as they were both staying over, but where had they disappeared to, and what were they up to? She was ashamed to admit that the thought of it was making her wet! Allie, one of the other moms, pulled her into a conversation about the latest must-watch reality TV show, and she did her best to keep up, but she was so distracted thinking about the two young girls. Her pulse was racing, thinking about what they might be doing. It took her a few minutes to make a plausible excuse about needing to check upstairs, and she headed off in search of Zoe and Ana. She had no idea what she was going to do when she found them or why she wanted to, but she just knew she had to.Once upstairs, she moved quietly towards the spare room that they had given to the two girls to stay in tonight, figuring that was her best bet. She was literally tiptoeing like a cartoon mouse by the time she got close! The door was a little open and she heard the tell-tale noises coming from inside the room of pleasure being had. She could not believe it as she came up close to the door and peered through the gap. She caught her breath as she saw Ana on the bed, her legs spread, facing the door. For the second time today, she was spying on this beautiful young girl, a friend of her own daughter’s. Zoe was nowhere to be seen, and Laura tried to scan the room as best she could through the narrow aperture, but she couldn’t find her.Turning her attention back to Ana, she saw that the girl had her hand down the front of her panties, leisurely fingering herself. In truth, the panties were little more than a strip of fabric that only partially covered her knuckles as her fingers pushed inside her sex. She was wet, Laura knew, as she could hear the gentle squelching as her fingers moved. Laura’s heart was pounding in her chest as she watched, transfixed as this beautiful girl pleasured herself so assuredly in the bedroom of her friend’s house. The tingling between her legs had become a desperate ache, and she could not help herself, she had to relieve it somehow. Without taking her eyes off Ana, she unbuttoned her denim cut-offs and slipped her fingers down, underneath the waistband of her own panties. She clasped her free hand over her mouth to muffle the gasp that emitted as her fingertips made contact with her clit. She grabbed hold of the doorframe to steady herself as shockwaves shot through her body, turning her legs to jelly. “Well, well, what do we have here?” Zoe’s voice almost gave Laura a heart attack. She immediately began to pull her cut-offs up and button them. But Zoe put her hand on Laura’s and, smiling, shook her head slowly. “Too late, Mrs. Chandler. You’ve already been caught with your fingers in the cookie jar,” she said, laughing. Laura pulled back from the young girl and finished doing her buttons up. “What are you talking about, Zoe?” she said, attempting to recover some dignity and indeed a degree of authority over her daughter’s young friend. “I was just checking in as I heard some strange noises. You girls aren’t used to the alcohol, and I was worried one of you may be feeling sick.” She looked at Zoe in the manner she would use with an errant child. “And, anyway, what do you think you are doing, creeping up on people like that?” She felt confident she had gained the moral high ground.